Fall semester was almost over. I had been having erotic dreams about my extremely hot European studies professor since I started the class in late summer.

For some reason today, I sat in the very front of the lecture hall. There were only a handful of people in the class anyway. But, everyone else sat at least in the fifth row or farther back.

“All right everyone! We are gonna get started here.”

As he began to lecture, I could help but to think of my erotic dreams. His muscular chest and tight ass between my legs. My young, tight pussy started to moisten and tingle with excitement.

I was wearing a short skirt that day. I always dressed cute for the Professor. As he began to write notes on the board, I quickly slid my panties off and put them in my purse. I crossed my legs again waiting for him to turn around.

He began to lecture again. I purposely dropped a book with a loud bang! When I went down to pick them up I spread my legs far apart so he could clearly see my teenage pussy. He stopped mid sentence, and I knew I had him. I put my books back on the desk and started sucking on my pen. With my books cloaking my actions, I reached my hand under my skirt and began rubbing my middle finger up and down my pretty little slit.

Immediately he stepped behind the podium to hind his now growing erection. Then I gently slid my finger into my moist pussy then withdrew it, then sinking it in again.

He cleared his throat and apologized briefly to the class. I inserted another finger and stared to quicken the pace.

Then, I stopped abruptly, removed my hand, pulled down my skirt, and mouthed the words, “FUCK ME” to the Professor.

“I....um....ah...class, I am suddenly not feeling very well. We will continue this discussion on Wednesday.”

I quickly flashed my pussy at him one more time and quickly got up and walked out the door. I wonder how the rest of his day went?